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Belated!

( TL;DR RE: Playing Cat and AM I DOING IT RITE... )

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That was odd.

...

I think Klartch wanted to be older, too. He's been sulking a little since.

But, what we really want to know is, are there any plans for the children to go "Trick-or-Treat"ing?

I'm not sure what to dress up as. I suppose just turning myself into something wouldn't count. It would be hard to carry the sweets that way, too.

[AUDIO]

Lucy? I'm sorry about last night, I got caught up with the herbs. Only, I seem to have forgotten my keys, and they won't come when I summon them.

Unless Klartch is playing a game, I really can't think what I could have done with them. Stranger, even, is that I can't teleport there, either. It must be a City thing.

If you meet me at the cafe, I thought we might have breakfast together before heading back?


[ooc: Backdated to Sunday morning, PLEASE! Such is my lame work and sleep life, SOB. Uhhh, yes, so, showed up a day later than his beau~, woke up in Xanadu because idk someone was "up late" having fun with crazy plants and his dwimmer. Responses from hadninelives! ]

It's an awful lot of fuss to make about ice cream.

But, it was pretty funny. Klartch was affected, but he couldn't do anything asked; he couldn't walk on his hind legs or recite the alphabet backwards or beat them in hopscotch. I don't think gryffins ought to have ice cream, but I began to feel for him, and won him some.

Sorry about your shoes, Christopher. ...I made them like new, but I thought I should let you know.

Two hours until October! Millie had been reading these girl books, and they went around to houses for candy in it. I hope the city does something like that.

[ooc: shoes = widdle gryffin + ice cream = vomitacious! ]

[WARDED FROM GWENDOLEN 8) With um. Some hodge-podge attempt at magicking the device. There is a good chance that bits of this are sparkling, or do not say quite what they should, depending on your device.]

My sister's arrived.

Her name is Gwendolen Chant.

[Pause. It isn't good, to be deliberately deceitful, right? But.]

She's only tw-- a year older than I am, but she's very independent. She won't live with us, or anybody, she said, but I think soon the ticking ought to make her more, er, willing.

If someone was willing to take her in or room with her, that would be... [Nice? Right.]

She's can be a little... but she shouldn't be alone, right?

I wanted to show Scully how the cookies moved, when Millie figured them out.

We can still try it, right Millie? I think Klartch would like it. Though I don't know if he should be eating gingerbread.

...

I should If anyone would like a good chase after some gingerbread men, I think we'll have plenty.


[ooc: ): Still super stressed but ... hi, Cat, 11, not sayin'. DON'T FERGIT 'BOUT YOUR MEAT, PARTICIPANTS! ]

Do I really have to write in this?

I've never had to keep a journal. I don't know what I should write in one. I think it's dull and silly. Christopher says I don't have to keep track of our lessons here, and that I shouldn't because they can probably see. But Millie keeps telling me to write something.

I think it's supposed to go like,

Dear Diary,

Today I rode Syracuse. We like the forest a lot. We didn't get very far because Klartch followed again. I'm having trouble with theory. Tomorrow I want to take Syracuse and Klartch to the beach. Klartch likes the water. We should play Klartchball on the beach.


Is that right?


[ooc: ORNERY Because of uh, things... I need to get approved. FAIL LESS WITH CAT, STARTING NOW. ]

[Accidental Video!]

[A boy, small for his age, stares around with wide eyes. He looks at the fountain; his look concentrates, and after a moment, dissolves into confusion. He turns back, toward a highly irritated horse, with a truly bizarre creature (obviously a baby - and for those that would know, a griffin!) straddled over his saddle. "Where?" it asked.]

I don't know. [Doing a poor job of sounding unafraid] But I-- Don't look like that. I'll be right back, if I can even...

["Not there," the griffin protests, but it's too late. He is standing one moment, then thrown back the next, landing hard on his back, but stronger than the pain on his face is his absolute bewilderment - not that he has time to attend to it, because the horse immediately reared. The boy shoots out his left hand, grimacing, and the griffin does not so much fly as float, a touch jerkily, to the ground.

The horse gallops off, frantic.]

Syracuse!

...

...

Oh, help.



[ooc: .. OOPS I FORGOT TO JOIN POLY. PLEASE SEE ME GUYS ):]

This is very late, but necessary, I think. Cat has with him both his horse, Syracuse, and his baby griffin, Klartch.

Syracuse is described as follows:

Syracuse was a dark brown that was nearly black, with a swatch of midnight for his mane and a flying, silky black tail. His head was shapely and proud. He was a perfect slender, muscly build of horse, and his legs were elegant, long, and deft. He was not very large, and he moved like a dancer as he jinked and dodged away from the running, shouting, clutching humans. The Chronicles of Chrstomanci, Volume III, pg 376

He is also recognized as having some unicorn blood. He's notoriously difficult, and as such, if your character has spent any time near the stables, he or she has probably learned to carry peppermints for his appeasement.


Klartch:

Begins growing very rapidly, as a result of the stasis spell on his egg and how long he was inside it. And, as Chrestomanci says, because he has a lot of magic. However, for manageability, since the City does dampen magic, I am assuming that the City has worked itself on Klartch and his growth has slowed some. That said, he is now a little over two months old. He is beginning to develop a vocabulary, and may speak from time to time. His appetite, despite his reduced growth, remains quite large, however.

Descriptions from the book, during his early stages aderpderp:

In the morning, it climbed out of its basket and woke Cat by nudging him with its beak. Cat opened his eyes to find two yellow griffin eyes staring into his, interested and friendly. ... There was no doubt that it had grown again in the night. The dark beginnings of feathers were showing on its neck and on its absurd, stubby wings. ... The griffin was such a plump, scrawny, unfinished-looking creature. It still had not gotten the hang of walking. It rolled from side to side, scratching the stones of the yawd with its long pink claws, and whirling its stringy tail behind it. ... He was also growing an odd small tuft of feathers on his head, like an untidy topknot. The Chronicles of Chrstomanci, Volume III

Off hand I can't find where he's described as having grey feathers. Also the author in one passage states that Klartch has front paws, and another that he has front talons, so idfk. Let's go with paws because that's what art shows.

I would imagine at this point that he's grown into himself a bit, to look a LITTLE less awkward. More feathers. Slightly better walking. And so forth! Because his aging had been slowed, and he is a baby. ... I like to think of him looking like this, ONLY YOUNGER, less feathers, grey, etc.


Klartchball! Klartch is PLAYFUL. There is a game. Cat fails hard enough at explaining things. So if you ever partake in Klartchball, it is described like this:

... Cat picked up the football and, after thinking hard, managed to mend it, blow it up again, and make it griffin-proof in future. Then everyone, even the head gardener, joined in a game that Janet called Klartchball. The rules were a little vague, and mostly involved everyone running about, while Klartch galloped and rolled and tripped other players up. It was such fun that Roger and Joe emerged from their shed and joined in for a while. The game only stopped when Klartch suddenly stood still, hunched himself, and rolled over on his side in the middle of the lawn. The Chronicles of Chrstomanci, Volume III

8) And that is that.